Counter-Hunt!

This!

What kind of Alien Technology was this?!

Zhou Zhengde was already on the verge of swearing.

He had two Divine Movement Talismans stuck to the outside of his thighs and three Adamantine Talismans on his back. He was now striding like the wind, sprinting effortlessly at a hundred-meter dash speed. If he failed to make a turn in time, he could easily slam himself into a wall and come away battered and bruised.

The three officers had now begun to adapt to the speed boost provided by the Divine Movement Talismans.

The two burly officers ran swiftly with single-soldier rocket launchers on their backs, while the female officer carefully listened to the Button Intercom in her hand, continuously adjusting the communication channel through technical means to track the enemy's signals.

"That one just now was a Psionicist, a D-Class Psionicist."

The female officer's slightly breathless voice sounded in their earpieces:

"They have already started sending reinforcements our way. Should we request assistance from the Security Team or the Cleansing Force?"

One of the burly officers immediately said, "For the Biological Affairs Minister of this fortress to get stationed Psionicists from other fortresses to show up here, he must have considerable influence. The Cleansing Force and Security Team aren't very trustworthy."

The other officer cursed. "There's been this much shooting over here, and there isn't even a trace of the Security Team! They're deliberately hiding!"

"Elevator No. 8 is ahead."

Wang Jixuan raised a hand in a stop signal.

"Prepare an ambush."

"A-another ambush?"

The female officer even stumbled over her words as she hurriedly said:

"We only need to lure them over and use our mobility to stall for time. That should be enough, Team Leader Mu..."

Wang Jixuan surveyed the surrounding terrain as he said, "The best way to stall them is to take them out."

He tossed the Sniper Rifle he had been carrying, along with two magazines, to Zhou Zhengde.

Zhou Zhengde immediately grew excited, his voice turning raspy.

"Give the order, Commander!"

"Good. There are no people here for now, so we'll make use of this intersection.

"This time, two people will need to guard our retreat route. Based on my Combat Experience in the Lower City, the retreat route is the most important..."

Wang Jixuan gave several rapid instructions, and the five-man squad quickly moved into position.

The ambush site he had chosen lay along the route from Elevator No. 8 to an outer fire escape, making it easy to create the illusion that they had fled into the fire escape.

All three officers had portable detectors.

Wang Jixuan still did not know how to operate these "artifacts," but he could sense things at close range and listen for sounds at long range.

When the female officer went to protect the escape route, she handed the Button Intercom back to him.

Once preparations were complete, Wang Jixuan checked the talismans and artifacts he carried. The weapon in his hands had already been switched to an Assault Rifle.

Zhou Zhengde lay prone in a dark corner, adjusting the Sniper Rifle's scope. Ling Tong's issued Alloy Box gave him ample confidence.

Wang Jixuan sat quietly at the corner where two intersecting Capillary Passages met. Suddenly, he pulled out the pistol at his waist and aimed it at the ground.

Bang, bang bang!

The gunshots echoed through the corridor.

Several shouts came through the Button Intercom:

"Gunshots! Over here!"

"It really is! The Middle City of every fortress is built like a fucking maze!"

"I'll say it again: nobody touch Zhou Zhengde! Kill everyone else! Use long-range weapons if you can, don't go into melee! Let them see what a Psionicist's marksmanship is like!"

"If I'd known, I would've carried the heavy machine gun down here!"

Footsteps. Voices!

They were coming from both directions.

Wang Jixuan closed his eyes and concentrated. His Spiritual Sense pulsed rhythmically, while Zhou Zhengde, who was watching his movements, gradually grew nervous.

Wang Jixuan raised a hand in a signal.

Zhou Zhengde and the burly officer both looked toward the passage to Wang Jixuan's left, aiming their sights at the curved corner at the far end.

Wang Jixuan stood, drew breath into his dantian, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"What are you doing?! You hit Captain Zhou! The medkit! Get the medkit, now! We surrender!"

Zhou Zhengde and the burly officer were both a little confused.

Then Zhou Zhengde saw...

Wang Jixuan pull several emergency blood packs from his backpack, crush them, and scatter their contents across the ground before quickly ducking into the passage on the other side.

Three rapidly approaching figures appeared at the far end of the passage Zhou Zhengde was aiming at.

Three Psionicists!

Wang Jixuan brought two fingers together in a Sword Finger and lightly drew a "1," as they had agreed beforehand.

Zhou Zhengde watched through the crosshairs and held his breath.

A figure entered the scope's field of vision.

Boom!

Amid the muffled gunshot, blood burst from the figure's shoulder near the neck. The body was flung backward, smashed into the wall, and collapsed limply to the floor!

This person's physical abilities were clearly far beyond those of an ordinary human!

The two figures behind him hurriedly jumped back behind the bend in the passage. Their panicked voices came through the Button Intercom:

"Sniper Rifle! Big Black got hit!"

"They set an ambush!"

Wang Jixuan brought his Sword Finger together and lightly lowered it again!

Zhou Zhengde worked the bolt, chambered another round, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Boom!

Blood burst from the fallen figure's forehead.

The two Psionicists who had tried to drag him back kept swearing, hiding behind the corner and not daring to move.

Wang Jixuan quickly drew a cross with his Sword Finger. The burly officer dropped to one knee and shouldered his Rocket Launcher, forming a ninety-degree angle with Zhou Zhengde's Sniper Rifle. He aimed down the other passage and activated the Biological Search Radar.

Wang Jixuan suddenly moved.

He tapped lightly with his toes, sent qi through both feet, and the Divine Movement Talismans flashed. He lowered himself and charged into Zhou Zhengde's scope view, sprinting straight for the curved corner!

The veins on Zhou Zhengde's neck bulged. He did not dare blink, staring fixedly at the corner.

He had to cover Wang Jixuan now.

Before his eyes, Wang Jixuan suddenly turned sideways as he neared the corner. His feet seemed magnetized as he ran along the wall, disappearing from Zhou Zhengde's view and coming into close contact with the two Psionicists!

One of those Psionicists was E-Class and the other D-Class, but there was little difference in their reaction speed. Neither had time to fire before Wang Jixuan raised the Assault Rifle in his right hand and began firing in bursts.

With an iron grip suppressing the recoil, bullets poured out!

Blood burst from the E-Class Psionicist's neck, shoulder, and chest at once!

The D-Class Psionicist let out a roar. Ripples of a Psionic Shield appeared around him. The first bullets tore through his right arm, but the following rounds were barely held back by the Psionic Shield!

A telekinetic Psionicist!

Slightly weaker than An Qian.

In that flash of lightning, Wang Jixuan did not think further. He followed through on his earlier plan and flung out his left hand.

Two Bone-Piercing Nails shot forth!

The restrictions on them erupted with spiritual power in an instant!

The D-Class Psionicist was terrified out of his wits. Half a furious shout escaped his mouth as the Psionic Shield contracted and folded, barely stopping one Bone-Piercing Nail at his brow.

But with a soft puff, the other Bone-Piercing Nail pierced through his left wrist!

Wang Jixuan's body rushed several steps along the ceiling, then rolled downward with the momentum.

He had done it deliberately, giving the enemy a chance to call for help.

"Ah—fuck! He's here! He's with me! Reinforcements, now!"

The D-Class Psionicist shouted at the top of his lungs. With both his right arm and left hand crippled, he stared fixedly at Wang Jixuan. Several bullets floated around him, along with the two Bone-Piercing Nails.

This was the signature ability of a telekinetic Psionicist. An Qian had used it before, and its power was astonishing.

Wang Jixuan pounced forward like an eagle striking a lion!

"Die!"

The Psionicist shouted, and the bullets along with the two Bone-Piercing Nails, now drained of spiritual power, shot toward Wang Jixuan!

An invisible force pressed down on Wang Jixuan!

His charging body felt as though it had crashed into a swamp, its speed plummeting!

The Psionicist had unleashed all his power!

However...

Twelve Adamantine Talismans flashed at once from the front and back of Wang Jixuan's inner garments. The faint phantom of a Seated Buddha appeared around him!

Clang, clang, clang!

The sounds of metal striking metal rang without end!

Wang Jixuan felt the pressure around him suddenly vanish. Before he could pull his arms back, he had already charged in front of the Psionicist. He adjusted his direction solely through Spiritual Sense, drove both knees forward, and sent his breath flowing toward them!

Thud!

With a dull impact, the Psionicist's head drooped.

Wang Jixuan barely steadied himself. Looking down, he saw that the Psionicist's nose bridge had collapsed, his facial bones were caved in, and there was a clear dent in the metal wall behind his head. Blood kept running down the Psionicist's neck.

Even so, the telekinetic Psionicist was not dead. He had merely been knocked unconscious.

Daoist Wang deftly pulled a Micro-Missile from his waist pouch, removed the safety ring, placed it in the Psionicist's arms, and lightly patted him.

His expression seemed to say:

[We fought a good fight, and I don't have much to give you. Take this miniature high-explosive grenade home and enjoy it.]

Then he leaped toward the depths of the corridor.

Boom!

Through Zhou Zhengde's scope, he could see flying chunks of flesh and billowing smoke.

Immediately afterward, a blazing light appeared at the edge of Zhou Zhengde's vision.

The burly officer had already pulled the Rocket Launcher's trigger. Four slender Micro-Missiles left the barrel, tracing arcs of light through the narrow passage before flying into the round hall at its end.

A series of explosions rang out.

A great deal of dust fell through the passage. Of the four Psionicist biological signals in the round hall, two vanished, while the other two Psionicists, badly wounded, retreated at high speed.

Wang Jixuan's voice came through Zhou Zhengde's earpiece:

"Prepare to relocate... I'll come out first. Captain Zhou, don't fire."

"Understood." Zhou Zhengde let out a quiet breath and immediately swung the Sniper Rifle around.

The three quickly rejoined the other two.

Wang Jixuan brought his Sword Finger together and lightly swiped. The Divine Movement Talismans on the five-person squad lit up once more as they continued relocating at high speed.

Zhou Zhengde badly wanted to ask what kind of technology this was, but now was not the time. With adrenaline still surging through him after the shooting, he was excited enough to howl a few times.

The female officer took over the Button Intercom again, tracking the Psionicists' communication channel.

When their group reached the area near Elevator No. 7, the burly officer who had previously carried the Rocket Launcher could not help but curse:

"Hahaha! We took out five Psionicists in one wave!"

"Strong! Too strong! Mu Liang, you're definitely not E-Class in combat ability!"

Zhou Zhengde's voice was somewhat hoarse:

"At least one of those five Psionicists was D-Class! How many rockets do we have left?"

"Twelve. The two of us brought sixteen in total."

The female officer suddenly shouted, "They're fighting below! The Psionicists are calling for support! Major Ling Tong has exchanged fire with them!"

Almost as soon as she finished speaking—

Boom!

The edge zone of the thirty-second floor where they stood began to tremble.

No, it was the entire fortress trembling faintly!

The lights everywhere suddenly went out, emergency lighting came on, and an alarm that had not sounded in a long time rang out near the fortress's central elevator shaft. Several normally active fire escapes lit up brightly!

Rumble rumble rumble—

It was as though thousands upon thousands of troops were galloping deep beneath the earth.

Wang Jixuan made a gesture, and the five immediately crouched at the corner ahead, each feeling somewhat uneasy.

Were they tearing the whole place apart?